The werewolves possessed immense strength and reflexes, wielding sharp bronze swords and spears, and riding fierce mount wolves as cavalry, resembling demons.
In contrast, the robust soldiers of the Human Tribe had already been slaughtered in previous conflicts, leaving only the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
They didn't even have decent weapons, resorting to stones and wooden spears for resistance.
In just a few minutes, the wolf cavalry charged through the tribe multiple times, leaving a trail of death and destruction.
These vicious Beastman Tribes spared no one, not even women and children, making the war between races exceptionally cruel and bloody.
After completing their mission, the wolf cavalry cleaned the battlefield and left, throwing torches behind them, setting the entire tribe ablaze, and riding away with wild laughter.
At this moment, Han Fei pushed away the corpse on his body and staggered out of the crackling, burning tribe.
He ran to a safe distance, trembling as he watched the inferno behind him.
Though he had created the Homo Sapiens race, in both this world and the outside world, he was just an ordinary person and had never witnessed such a horrific scene.
Seeing his people being slaughtered one by one, Han Fei was petrified, with only one thought in his mind: to escape.
The Human Tribe was now engulfed in flames, black smoke billowing, and the smell of burning flesh made Han Fei vomit.
Clenching his fists tightly, he watched the burning tribe, hating his own powerlessness and cowardice, and loathing the beastly werewolf cavalry.
Just then, a golden light descended from the sky.
The light was so dazzling, like the sun, that Han Fei couldn't look directly at it.
When the light faded, a man with golden hair appeared before Han Fei. He wore a white cloak, a short top and pants, boots, and a white mask with red patterns that obscured his face.
"Who are you?"
Han Fei looked at the man in astonishment, feeling an inexplicable shiver, more intense than when facing the werewolf cavalry.
Chen Luo looked at Han Fei through the mask, "This world is my creation. You can think of me as the Creation God, the Creator."
Han Fei's eyes widened, his mind momentarily blank. Creation God, Creator?
But the next moment, Han Fei realized that this self-proclaimed Creation God must be an NPC, triggering a quest?
"If you're the Creation God, why didn't you save my people?" Han Fei suddenly stared at Chen Luo, his tone tinged with anger.
"Werewolves are life, humans are life. The law of the jungle is the rule of the world. Why should I save your people?"
Chen Luo's tone was calm, devoid of emotion.
Han Fei was speechless. From a god's perspective, humans and werewolves were indeed no different, mere ants. Why should a god care about their lives?
"Then why are you here now!?" Han Fei showed no reverence for the god, only anger.
Chen Luo snorted coldly, "How dare you!"
A terrifying pressure swept over Han Fei, causing his knees to buckle, and he fell to the ground.
Furious, Han Fei struggled to stand, but his body had no strength, unable to rise.
"I am here to give your people one last chance," Chen Luo said indifferently. "Most human tribes cannot resist the Beastman Race. What you saw today is just a glimpse of humanity's future. At this rate, in three years, all humans will be exterminated, either enslaved or become food for the Beastmen."
Han Fei's anger subsided, recalling the hellish scene he had witnessed, knowing the god wasn't speaking nonsense.
"What is the chance you speak of?"
"Hmm?"
Chen Luo's sharp gaze pierced Han Fei, making him shiver slightly.
Han Fei instantly understood what he meant, his mind racing. Soon, his attitude became extremely respectful, "Please, great Creator, grant me the means to save my people."
Chen Luo smiled faintly, raised his hand slightly, and Han Fei's body flew towards him uncontrollably.
Han Fei was initially shocked but quickly calmed down.
He realized that if Chen Luo wanted to kill him, it would be effortless, with no need for such theatrics.
Chen Luo looked at Han Fei, who had flown before him, and reached out to touch his forehead.
"I grant you the Warrior Bloodline, the inheritance of combat skills, and the Blood of Fury, allowing you to unleash immense power in anger."
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Han Fei felt a sharp pain in his forehead, followed by countless memories of combat flooding in, his body visibly growing stronger.
Chen Luo waved his hand again, and a long sword appeared out of thin air. The sword was ancient in style, exuding an overwhelming aura, with special patterns and a blood groove.
"This sword is called 'Judgment,' sharp and unmatched, capable of cutting through anything. I bestow it upon you as well."
Still shocked by his body's transformation, Han Fei was thrilled to see the majestic sword reflecting like a mirror. He immediately knelt on one knee, respectfully accepting the sword named "Judgment."
"Thank you for the great Creator's gift!"
After Han Fei accepted Judgment, there was no response for a long time. He cautiously looked up, only to find that the Creator's figure had vanished.
***
Chen Luo had already returned to the real world, sighing slightly. Acting was truly exhausting.
He had personally intervened to give humanity a cheat, allowing them to grow rapidly.
Han Fei, being a modern person with the title of Progenitor, and with the abilities granted by Chen Luo, could easily become a tribal leader, even establishing a City-State Civilization without difficulty.
As for resisting the Beastman Race's invasion, once civilization was established and both sides formed a basic balance, there should be no problem. After all, the Beastman Race, though powerful, wasn't monolithic.
Now that Han Fei had part of his genes activated by Chen Luo, awakening the Warrior Bloodline and wielding the Divine Sword Judgment, he could easily fight a hundred foes.
If Han Fei couldn't lead humanity to rise, then Chen Luo would have to admit he misjudged and find someone else.
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